Lyrics:
Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go
Oh but you know,she'll get by
She is living in the love of the common people
if you get caught
Flip the switch
Go get a good job
Don't try to pull stunts
Flip the switch
Stout out to the man Dem wey dey hustle so the family fit
sister crying
Because she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go,but you know she'll get by
Cause she's living in the love
Word to the old school tape decks
I get Radio Raheem respect
My Nike pendant sacred, similar to the Ghostface bracelet
Fire in the hole, oh no joke
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't
made
Her pussy wet
And if she
Does her job
I'll be signing
All her cheques
I go mental
I'm flicking
On her bean
Like a lentil
Eating on that box
Like I
can't believe in you with no soul in me
There's a hole in me
If that's so, this liquor will get me where I'm supposed to be
Ain't no love in me
I
The lioness and the cub are not the same body
Look! throughout nature it's the same thang
The female hosts the life, blessed by the male seed
Get real, you know
Lemmie get it started Lemmie tell you how I really feel
So many drugs that I've lost track of what is real
I'm falling down a rabbit hole, tryna
I gotta be the one that they look up to
Went from Lil Toot to Uncle Toot, then Papa Toot, so
I gotta do what I feel like is best
Hit the road, go get
of the free, home of the slaves we have
Indentured by the gentrification I'm statin' facts
I don't get paid overtime, man this is double time
Two full time jobs
Population sign said 2060, speed limit was 45 but you could get away with 50.
We'd get lit at the old dirt pit after the games on Friday night.
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Welb helping, shit goddammit helb welping
Kaleidoscoping future
Gets there by going backwards
Reset the mind completely
Tear holes in walls deceiving
Get back boy you ain't my Homie
I had to get it up all by my own B
Green all around so I do not feel lonely
Red dot on his head look like pepperoni
Luis
you wait 'til the red sun goes down
I'll get it from the man in the mine, Lord, Lord
I'll get it from the man in the mine
I'll get it from the man in
wait 'til the red sun goes down
I'll get it from the man in the mine, Lord, Lord
I'll get it from the man in the mine
I'll get it from the man in
Stuntin' dummy drug money, yeah, them sneakers is nice
Get your swag from the black sellin' back to the white
Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
a job to do
They gave me access to the gym over night
In there every night tryna get my shot right
Everything looking good
In the rotation, said I'm
You won't hear the shot.
I prefer fresh slit,
More than bullet hole.
(more than bullet hole)
(written by blood, written by blood)
(BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD)
with words you was weak to begin with,
Niggas didn’t know Finney can get down like that,
Biting the hand that fed you just know I bite back,
Not about
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